Texas Roots

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“You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.”Janine Turner

I didn’t have a typical childhood. It was one spent moving from place to place, never living anywhere for long. The one and only constant besides my dear mother was the fact that up until I was 39, I spent most of my life living in Texas. No matter where I may roam, it will always be home.

Home. Where people still sit on a porch and drink ice tea and listen to the crickets sing. Every Sunday, there is a pot of beans on the stove seasoned with salt pork and onions; the smell hangs in the humid air. Summers are hot and sticky in the South but that didn’t stop us from playing until all hours of the evening. I recall hot nights filled with fireflies and June bugs, while we played hide and seek under the star swept sky.

I remember the mockingbird singing me to sleep outside my bedroom window. I can hear the raspy sound of night insects hitting the screen, chasing the light from within my room. How their spiny legs would get caught.

During the day, my sister and I would hunt for locust shells in a race to see who could find the most. One summer, I sat and watched a butterfly cocoon for hours every day. On the morning it finally emerged and dried its wings, it flew and landed on my bare shoulder. For several days after, I would go to the bush and wait. It was if the butterfly knew me, for it always returned until one day it didn’t. I cried for days.

For the last 22 years I have lived in Arizona and it is my new home. But even now there are times when I hear Texas whispering my name on the evening breeze. My heart grows heavy and I yearn to be there, under that vast bluebonnet sky.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Magaly has asked us to write a short story consisting of no more than 313 words. My story is exactly 313 words. Poets United: Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero Away from Home

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

#Troiku: Ice Cream

snow fall in belly
refreshing cool sensation
melting on parched tongue

adding lusciousness to feast
fresh fruit and crunchy cookies
summer delight

vanilla ice cream
frozen golden tempting mounds
dripping in hot sun

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1695 Ice Cream

Author’s Note: Below is the haiku we were given to create our Troiku:

snow fall in belly
adding lusciousness to feast 
vanilla ice cream

© S.D. Tiwari

Essence of Summer

My Garden, Mesa AZ

In spite of this stifling heat
the yellow squash blossoms again
delicate golden trumpets
greeting a watercolor dawn sky
as lizards gather on the garden stones
waiting for their early feast of beetles
racing from the sprinkler’s path
to meet an early demise

Honeybees dip fragile wings and hairy feet
in shallow colorful birdbaths,
drinking this precious fluid,
for here in the vast southwest
each body of standing water
no matter how small serves a purpose
refreshing life and quenching
the thirst of the tiniest of creatures

Later when the sun is crackling and frying,
the brave garden stills and quiets
with nothing but the sound of cicadas
singing in the canopy of the mesquite
a steady hum ringing in the halcyon air
and now the creatures in the garden
seek welcome shade and at last, sleep

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

#Tanka: Beach Love

gentle waves lapping
tanned lovers on sandy shore
seeking each other
exploring hands, luscious lips
falling into love’s abyss

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1696 Beach Love

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

When Wisteria Boughs Hang Low

We should honor Mother Earth with gratitude; otherwise our spirituality may become hypocritical. Radhanath Swami

When wisteria boughs hang low
heavy with the weight of summer,
I crawl beneath their canopy
to weather these uncertain times.

Honeybees murmur a soothing lullaby
and my beating heart slows to a faint echo,
each balmy breath slows, easing into the breeze
when fragrant white petals, like wispy feathers
butterfly kiss my moist glistening skin
they drift, only to fall at my pink toes feet
as male cicadas sing their age old mysteries.

Refreshed and renewed I am grounded,
returned to Mother Earth where I began.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United: Midweek Motif Poems to Weather Uncertain Times

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

#Haiku: Summer Cocktails

wine, fresh fruit and herbs

warm lips sip nectar of love

sangria dreaming

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1694 Summer Cocktails

The Man of Her Dreams

Faith loved men who could fix things and watching them as they worked. When she caught a glimpse of strong arms, it thrilled her. She saw the ad for a mobile mechanic and thought why not? She knew how to work on her old VW but who knows, he might be the man of her dreams.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Like Mercury Colliding: Twittering Tales #143

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page